It seemed like centuries ago
When the monks crossed the mountain tombs
Malibu, El Camino and a sipping tea lemonade room
We ponder all that we could lose
In a theater dark
The cross of Jesus sees it all
His red blood's on the bark
Those beach-kids try and break their hearts
Out at Point Doom
Beach nation, blacker chords
And a wild and restless moon
That dumb green took all my friends
You know they try to be so surf
They're acting like they don't care
Gonna ride it till it hurts
We skate behind the studio
Asphalt and slammed doors you know
That west coast tried to drag me down
Inside my cold and crazy head
Can't get no sleep in LA
Gotta get back to my own bed
Sitting in my room
Think about our time at Point Doom
Everything was so young
Spent our summer howling at the moon
Everything went black
Doesn't help to take a look back
All alone in the dark
Filling up the pieces of my heart
Now I live the endless summer
Always follow his son
Red rocks to my left
Pacific sand on my tongue
Now my body is the Spirit's home
And I never have to be alone

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